Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Sierra Leone and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Bauhaus to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Scott Walker,
Sarah Menescal,
Wings,
Shoche,
Babytalk,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Brothers Johnson,
Crime,
The Searchers,
Ultra Naté,
Throbbing Gristle,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Main Source,
Joe Finger,
Colin Newman,
Saccharine Trust,
Marmalade,
Section 25,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Thee Headcoats,
Outsiders,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Cramps,
Radiohead,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Marine Girls,
Andrew Hill,
Loose Ends,
Jeff Lynne,
Erykah Badu,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
John Cale,
Con Funk Shun,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Normal,
Mark Hollis,
Wolf Eyes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Unwound,
Fatback Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Gap Band,
Marvin Gaye,
New Age Steppers,
Albert Ayler,
Robert Hood,
Bill Near,
U.S. Maple,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rod Modell,
The Beau Brummels,
The Velvet Underground,
The Residents,
Bob Dylan,
Motorama,
Malaria!,
Subhumans,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.